We walked along the seafront as far as the pier then all the way back to where steps start a path along the cliffs, called Poets' Walk. 
This goes past St Andrews Church,
a field with donkeys and
a small river mouth, where the scenery reminded me of Norfolk, because of the intermingling of land and water.
At the top of the hill were these pieces of wood with cryptic bits of words on.
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